Mistress Brenda was a bitch!Mistress Brenda climbed on and began riding. She had no trouble achieving her first half dozen orgasms but then she began ...to slow down. An orgasm every two minutes is an exhausting pace. While Brenda was insatiable she apparently wasn't inexhaustible. She was at twenty with only five minutes to go. The only reason I had not cum myself was that she had really frightened me. Nevertheless, the Viagra coupled with the sight of those bouncing boobs before me, and the feel. There was a stenographer and also Troy was in the room at the table.After congratulating me as the new President and condolences on the death of our friend, we talked about how the death of President Thomas would affect policies and Congress. We had a short discussion about how the funeral would play out.“I asked you here because I wanted to ask you to be my Vice President. Are up for the challenge?” I said.The Senator thought for only a minute, “Yes, I will take that challenge,” he said.I had. And once that decision was made there was nothing that could stand in her way, except for his cock of course.She was still leaning over his cock, drooling onto it to keep it slippery. She focused on the puffy head of his cock and slowly began to lower her head towards it. Centimeter by centimeter she got closer and closer, the strand of saliva that already connected her mouth to this cock grew shorter and shorter. She stopped the stroking motion of her hand and rested it at the base of his. One day was to be the start of something though, and this is why I say I am not in anyway gay. We were indulging in one of our regular activities with me at Jenni's head and Bernard doing what he did best, fucking her cunt and making her his bitch. Jenni, as usual, enjoyed the dog's attentions and shuddered her orgasms until she had had enough.Bernard licked himself clean and allowed her to retreat into her bedroom. Usually, I would open the back door so that he could run around for a while.